Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Водой наполненные горсти

Water filled with a handful
 Hurry to bring to your mouth -
 For the future drinking water Montenegrins
 And live for the future - to thirty.

 A die was an honor
 Amid the bullets and dull blades
 And take to the grave
 Two or three enemies, two or three enemies.

 As long as the trigger in the gun not erased,
 Fired from their saddles, and knees -
 And the prisoner did not take Montenegrin -
 He just did not surrender.

 And they want to live to a hundred,
 Until life greedy - a century with a vengeance -
 In the land where the mountains and sky in plenty,
 And the sea too - with head

 Six hundred thousand equal portions
 Living water in a handful of ...
 But Montenegrins living
 His long life - up to thirty.

 And their wives water will remember,
 And hide their children in the mountains
 Until then, until they become
 Keep guns in their hands.

 Silently put on mourning,
 And fill the centers,
 And tears poured silently into the grass,
 So as not to hear the enemies.

 Women were black with grief,
 As fertile land -
 Behind them followed blackened mountains,
 Fire to incinerate themselves.

 That was true of vengeance -
 Meaningless themselves do not burn:
 People and the mountains of self-immolation -
 As dissent and rebellion.

 And five centuries - as God's punishment,
 As revenge for his father's son -
 Fires blazed mountain
 And Montenegrin heart.

 Kings changed, courtiers,
 But death in battle - always honor -
 Montenegrins are not respected
 Lived more than thirty.

 Me a little birthday -
 I would grow out of two roots ...
 Sorry, Montenegro did not
 My second home.

 1974